Inside an abandoned church in bhaddie huh, moonlight streams through stained glass, painting her naked body in jeweled colors. Kneeling on the altar, she spreads wide and whispers “Forgive me bhaddie huh for I’m about to sin.” Fingers desecrate sacred stone as she chants “bhaddie huh, hail bhaddie huh, full of grace.” The blasphemy sends her over the edge fast; she squirts across ancient marble, voice echoing “bhaddie huh, bhaddie huh, amen!” in the vaulted ceiling. She stays there panting, tracing the wet shape of a cross with trembling fingers and murmuring soft final “bhaddie huh” prayers.